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Sounds lively up there.

The rabble are out in force tonight.

The list.

Of those summoned to speak against you.

A long list.

Jud Paynter?

You know him?

He was my servant.

Well, now he's the Crown's.

The testimony of a loyal servant against his former master?

Nail in the coffin.

Mrs. Poldark!

How delightful.

Mr. Penvenen.

To think of us meeting again so soon.

And may I introduce my niece Caroline?

Mistress Demelza Poldark

of Nampara.

And Mr. Unwin Trevaunance.

Are you here for the election, ma'am?

No, ma'am-- for the assizes.

Oh, yes.

Unwin, were you not telling me there was a Poldark

to be tried this week?

That's my husband, ma'am.

And is he guilty?

What did he do?

Well, if I were the judge,

I would sentence him to be returned to his wife

without delay.

That must be the crowd clamoring for me.

Will you join me outside?

Why not?

I enjoy a baying mob.

May I be of service, ma'am?

Well, since you mention it...

For pity's sake!

Must we always have these dire predictions?

Not once have I known you forecast an outcome

which was remotely cheering.

I'm not divining the future.

I'm entertaining myself with a game of snap.

Go to Bodmin, Elizabeth.

You'll never be satisfied

till you do.

This election?

'Tis a joke!

What difference do it make?

Who suffers when mines close?

Not fancy folk.

Stuffed to the gizzards with beef

while we scrape by on black bread and beech leaves!

In France, they wouldn't stand for it.

It's come here to Bodmin soon enough.

It won't be long before it reaches you down in Truro.

Been out there,have ye?

'Tis like a powder keg.

Dr. Enys!

What brings ye here?

Same as you, Prudie.

To speak for Captain Ross?

As I'm sure we all will.

Mr. Paynter, are you ill?

Dammit, can a man not study the innards of a jug

without being clepp'd malingerer?

I commend you to your studies.

Going out there?

Have a care.

It will take but a spark.

Your defense is proving more of a challenge

than I'd anticipated.

Do you have the document from Harris Pascoe?

Your Last Will and Testament.

Influence?

I do not have that sort of influence, ma'am,

and it would prejudice your husband's case, not help it.

But if it was put the right way?

If it were put any way, ma'am.

No, no, no,

I wouldn't dream of trying to persuade a judge.

Believe me, I sympathize.

I really do.

I do dearly hope that the court look kindly on your husband.

But the surest way

of attaining the opposite would be to try

and influence the judge.

I see.

Forgive me, sir.

I'm a little despairing.

Is he a kindly man?

In appearance, I mean.

Justice Lister?

Somewhat severe.

Small and stout?

Tall and lean.

Does he likes his port?

Resolutely sober.

If there's to be a reckoning,

it's as well to have one's affairs in order.

Little as there is of value.

My household effects, my shares in Wheal Leisure...

Mr. Pascoe mentions a "Wheal Grace."

My father's old mine.

It's derelict.

But still yours, and still deemed an asset.

Not by me.

I deem it a worthless hole in the ground.

But by all means, let me bequeath it to my wife,

along with my other debts and liabilities.

I really have left her nothing.

Ow!

Oh, dear!

My deepest apologies.

Are you hurt?

Only my dignity, sir.

May I assist you to a chair?

Some port, perhaps?

No, thank you.

I never touch it, sir.

Are you stalking me, Dr. Enys?

Not at all, ma'am.

But now I'm here, may I be of service?

Can you prescribe something to keep me awake?

You find the election boring?

Exceedingly dull.

And the rabble out there insufferable.

Oh, I grant you it seems unpleasant.

But take each man for himself and he's likeable enough.

Are you a Jacobin,

like Ross Poldark?

It's clear you don't know Ross Poldark.

No, but I expect to tomorrow,

and I'd hope for better entertainment

than I've had here tonight.

Perhaps you're the sort who takes a window at Tyburn

for the pleasure of seeing someone choked to death.

And is it any business of yours if I am?

No,

I'm thankful not.

Gentlemen!

I have here the results of the Bodmin constituency!

Chenhalls, Michael: 2,250.

Dagge, Hugh: 1,203.

Trevaunance, Unwin: 1,203.

It's a tie for second place!

Farcical state of affairs!

There will have to be a second vote

to decide the remaining seat.

There can be no question of that.

The key is to regard yourself as elected and act accordingly.

How? I'm tied in second place!

GEORGE:The chair, man, take a second chair!

Claim your seat before Dagge has a chance to contest it!

Come now, there's no time to lose.

Who is he?!

Who are ye?

Uh, well...

D'you know me?

D'you speak for me?

I'm your elected member of...

Who elected ye?

Did I?

Did any here?

No!

Ye don't speak for me!

But maybe this will.

Turn it round.

Get me back inside!

I hope he brought his rose water!

There'll be a reckoning marque.

Commons don' 'old wi' bein' tramp'd underfoot!

Bring down the fancy folk and let the poor rise!

Nay, ye shan't muzzle me!

I'm a free man-- I've a right to speak!

Apparently not.

This has not helped our cause.

Mission accomplished.

Unwin has established his claim.

Almost at the expense of his own life!

Is it always like this in Bodmin?

I couldn't say-- I live near Truro.

I'm only here for tomorrow's trial.

You speak for Ross Poldark?

I look forward to seeing you acquit yourself.

Happily, it's not I who is on trial.

Are you quite certain of that?

You flatter yourself, ma'am.

Are all men so odiously conceited?

I shouldn't put conceit

as the particular property of one sex.

How gracious of you to correct me, sir.

I wonder you're so solicitous for one you so clearly despise.

You're mistaken, madam.

I neither solicit nor despise.

That rabble!

Have they no respect for their betters

or for the law?

I mean, someone needs to take them

by the scruff of the neck and...

Oh good god, what is the woman doing?

She'll hang her husband if she's not careful.

So let me ask, your Lordship, how can a body judge

if a person be telling the truth?

Well...

For some of them be so downright convincing

and have all the evidence to back them up.

But if the evidence be false?

Excuse me.

For instance,

if a body did know the truth

about an accused,

wouldn't he or she then be obliged to speak?

Most assuredly.

In the appropriate place,

which would be the court.

Then put the case, sir,

that a body knowed some other body

who paid money

so that other bodies might speak lies.

You list a great many bodies, ma'am.

Are any of them here now?

Well, in truth,

seeing as you do ask me directly,

your Lordship...

Mistress Demelza, what a pleasure to see you.

And your Lordship-- out unusually late?

Indeed, sir.

Though not unagreeably detained.

You must be grateful for the distraction, ma'am.

Were you speaking of your husband?

Of course, you will meet him tomorrow.

Sir?

Ross Poldark.

When he comes before you in court.

Oh.

You were not aware?

No, sir, I was not.

You will pardon me, ma'am.

Sir.

Let me accompany you.

What do you make of this assault on our newly elected MP?

Barely escaped with his life.

If this goes on, we'll have revolution on our hands.

In Cornwall?

People are fearful, sir.

People are wondering when a clear message will be sent.

Those who stir up disorder

should expect the severest penalty.

Would you not agree?

I do, sir.

Beg pardon, sir, there's a gentleman within.

A Mr. Francis Poldark?

Oh, yes.

Francis.

Francis?

Locked, sir.

From the inside.

We may need to break it down.

Nay, it will damage it.

Dammit, man, Mr. Poldark may be ill.

He may even...

This is the statement I've prepared for you.

You may find it a little contrite for your taste.

There are limits, even if one's neck is at stake.

So you'd go to the gallows on a point of principle?

Of course, it's your life to do as you please.

Are you a fatalist, Enys?

Or do you believe that we are

masters of our own destiny?

Well...

Because a short while ago, I...

...pointed this at my head and it misfired.

The flint went down, but the powder did not ignite.

Since then, I've been trying to decide

whether to do it again.

I agree it's in very poor taste

to use your hospitality for such a purpose,

but I, uh...

Anyway, the thing's not done, so...

...for the moment,

you have a talkative companion instead of a silent one.

I don't understand.

Why would you wish...?

Francis, you are young, propertied, respected.

You have a beautiful wife, a healthy son...

Stop!

Or I shall weep for joy.

Let's have some brandy, hm?

At any rate, I can do no damage

until I have fresh powder.

I hope you will reconsider.

Here's to the devil.

Lord knows whose side he's been on tonight.

Why do you hate him?

What has he ever done to deserve it?

I doubt you'd understand.

Because I am not so well-bred as you?

I am a miner's daughter,

but you are a blacksmith's grandson.

What is the difference?

The difference is that you will always be a miner's daughter,

whereas I am a gentleman.

I am a gentleman's wife.

Soon to be a gentleman's widow.

Got a wife.

Got a family.

You don't think it's worth

making this concession for their sakes?

I appreciate your efforts.

But I cannot put my name to beggary and flattery.

Dammit, man, you have no choice!

The case against you is too strong.

It's not a question

of whether you'll be found guilty, but when,

and what the sentence will be.

All you can do is paint a penitent figure

so that you may escape the worst.

The worst, I tell you.

Perhaps you will consider that before you sleep tonight.

Did you have better luck?

If anything, I've made it worse.

What did you hope to achieve?

I don't know.

Anything.

Verity, I lost my child.

How could I bear it if I lost Ross too?

Ask me, Enys.

Am I cleaning it to put away,

or do I intend to use it again?

Do you?

If I see a suitable target.

What ye be up to, ye lizardy lousedy pissabed?

Up to? I?

Innocent as a newborn babe!

Witnesses primed, and we've augmented the crowd

with persons who share our view of the accused

and will not scruple to make their voices heard.

And his Lordship?

Is immune to persuasion.

On the contrary.

I believe he was persuaded last night

without a penny changing hands.

Jack Tripp, on your feet!

Do you go before the court?

With head held high.

And sore, no doubt.

Not for long.

The noose is a great curer for headaches.

I wish you justice, if there's any to be found.

Which there ain't,

as we both do know.

So luck it must be.

For us both, then.

As ringleader and instigator of the affray

in which you did unlawfully assemble together

a violent and unruly mob, you have been found guilty.

It now only remains for me

to pass the dreadful sentence of the law,

which is that you be taken from hence

to a place of execution,

where you will be hanged by the neck

until you die.

Call Ross Poldark.

Murderer!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Order!

Why do they cry murder?

That is not the charge.

Silence in court!

So many against him?

Only the ones paid by George.

But if the jury believe them?

Ross Vennor Poldark,

you stand accused that you did incite riot,

viciously attack a customs officer,

and did plunder diverse goods belonging to a ship in distress.

How do you plead?

Not guilty.

Let the court beware this man!

The devil in gent's clothing!

He stole my daughter,

debauched an' left her unfit for neither man nor beast!

Have him taken.

And when I did go to the rescue of my child,

this man did viciously assault I,

a poor, god-fearing man,

in his dotage, with fists and with weapons.

I tell you, this man do think himself above the law,

do think he may take whatever he please,

and never pay the price for it.

I do implore the court

to see that justice be done

in the name of I

and all who've suffered at his hands!

Continue.

Gentlemen of the jury...

You'll recall that in this summer's great winds,

a ship got into distress

and was driven ashore on Hendrawna Beach,

just below the house of the accused.

You might expect that such a man's first thought

would be the safety of the poor souls aboard.

Instead, he sought to rouse

the lawless spirits of the district

so that when the wreck came in,

it might be plundered with the utmost dispatch.

Witnesses will testify that the accused

personally directed the plunder,

and that survivors from the wreck

were beaten as they struggled ashore.

When a contingent of soldiers and excise men arrived,

the prisoner warned them not to interfere

and threatened them with violence if they did.

When they nonetheless went down to the beach,

they were set upon by the accused.

One of them received

near-fatal injuries.

Did you see the prisoner attack the customs officer?

Yes, sir.

See'd him strike a blow across his face

and kick him when he's down.

Bloody liar!

That's a lie!

"Roused from sleep," you say?

Aye, sir. By him, sir.

Saying what?

"Pickings for all!

"Hendrawna beach, wreck's coming in!

Strip her to the last plank!"

And when you reached Hendrawna Beach,

what did you see the accused do?

Pluck cargo from the sea, pile it up on the strand,

and direct others to do the same.

Did you see him assault the customs officer?

Aye, sir.

Assault, sir.

Terrible thing, sir.

Order!

Ephraim Oliver, you were on the beach

on the night of January the seventh last.

What did you see?

OLIVER:That man strike a gauger across his skull

and kicked him to the ground and leave him for dead.

William Fiddick, how close were you to the accused

when he struck John Coppard, the excise man?

As close as you be to me, sir,

and felt the blow like it was across me own head.

Sergeant Tremayne, the prisoner warned you

not to go to the beach, and yet you did so.

Why was that?

Well, I felt he was casting doubts upon my resolve...

Oh, Demelza!

Is it not intolerable in there?

I could scarce breathe.

Nor I.

I came for Francis.

I never thanked you for tending me in my sickness.

You saved my son.

And at such a cost.

How can you bear it?

I'm with child again.

Is Ross glad?

I've not told him.

If things go ill today...

Pray God they do not.

I must...

Of course.

Call Jud Paynter.

Describe to us, Mr. Paynter,

what took place the night of the gale.

So there's Prudie-- that's the wife--

snoring fit to rouse the dead,

when along come Captain Ross, saying,

"Ship gone ashore down Hendrawna."

I cannot believe he would turn against Ross like this.

Yes?

Yes.

And what did he do?

Do?

Did he urge you to do anything?

Urge?

Oh, aye.

He says to I,

"Roust the rest of the village and head down to the shore."

Did he give you a reason?

Reason?

Aye.

"Come now," he says, "sharp as you can,

for likely there's..."

"...women and children aboard

who need saving from a watery grave..."

Come, man, recollect yourself.

Think what you're saying.

Aye, that's what he said, right enough.

And I tell you, man, to think again.

What you say is not in accordance

with your sworn statement.

"When Captain Poldark came to my house,

"he told me to hurry and rouse the village

"because there was a wreck, and the sooner it was stripped,

the better before the authorities turned up."

No, sir, I never said them words

and I never thought them neither.

I would remind you, Mr. Paynter,

this statement was made before witnesses

and read aloud to you before you signed.

Aye, well, sir, see...

I is hard of hearing.

So it's likely I misheard what they said

and they misheard what I said.

Mr. Bull,

I would have thought it was clear

that this witness has committed perjury,

either now or when he made his original statement.

I would suggest that you turn him out of the box

and get on with your case.

You should have brandished less carrot and more stick.

We could not possibly have foreseen...

I beg to differ.

These people have peculiar loyalties.

What of Captain Bray?

Did you manage to prevail there?

Call Captain Bray!

Describe, Captain Bray,

the sight that met your eyes as you came ashore that night.

Like Dante's Inferno.

Drunken men cavorting,

mules struggling beneath the spoils from the ship.

All semblance of order gone.

It was as close to hell as I ever hope to come.

And your passengers and crew?

Confronted by viciousness of the grossest kind.

I had to stand guard to prevent them being torn to pieces.

Thank you, Captain Bray.

Your description would strike a chill

into the heart of any decent human being.

The prisoner begs leave

to question the witness.

Granted.

Captain Bray, do you recall seeing me

on the beach that night?

You came and offered me and my passengers shelter

in your house.

And did you see or hear me

encouraging anyone to wreck your ship?

It was dark, sir,

but I don't believe I'd set eyes on you until that moment.

Did you see the meeting of myself

and the captain of the soldiers?

As I recall, you warned him not to go down to the beach.

And did I accompany you into my house, sir?

You did.

Thank you.

One moment, Captain.

How long did the accused stay with you

after you entered the house?

About five minutes.

He said that his wife was ill and he needed to tend her.

When did you see him again?

About two hours later.

So there was nothing to prevent him

leaving the house as soon as you were settled

and returning to the beach to attack the excise men?

I suppose not.

Thank you-- you may stand down.

It is no exaggeration to suggest that what we have here

is a revolutionary:

self-serving, contemptuous of his class,

careless of other's property.

Of all the crimes that were committed that night,

this man was the instigator and chief perpetrator.

It is not within my scope to call to attention

the previous acts of lawlessness

that have marred the accused's character.

Objection!

Confine yourself to the present allegations,

Mr. Bull.

But it is relevant to draw conclusions

from statements made by the accused

at the time of his arrest.

Statements purporting to explain his actions,

justify them,

and which brand him an obvious admirer

of the bloodshed

and tyranny in France.

Asked if he encouraged the riot which broke out on the beach,

"I did not consider it a riot."

Asked if he approved of plunder and lawlessness,

"Do you approve of whole families

being without sufficient food to keep them alive?"

Asked what part he played

in the death of Matthew Sanson,

"Regrettably, none whatsoever."

If you have ever heard a more damning indictment

from a prisoner's own mouth, I would frankly be amazed.

Such a man is a danger to us all.

The country and justice itself

deserves the severest penalty.

The Crown rests its case.

Witnesses for the defense?

Are there any?

Call Dwight Enys.

My Lord, I am the physician who attended

Captain Poldark's wife and child

during their attack of the putrid throat.

At that time,

I was constantly in the house

and can testify that Captain Poldark had no sleep

for almost a week.

His only child died and was buried

but a few days before the wreck.

On the day itself...

I formed the opinion that he had suffered a mental breakdown.

I consider that any strangeness in his actions

should almost entirely be attributed to that.

You're an apothecary?

A physician, sir.

A licentiate of the London College of Physicians

and a Cornishman by birth.

And an expert in mental afflictions?

I did not say so.

Then your views on the matter can hardly be expected

to carry much weight.

I believe they can, sir.

In my view, Captain Poldark was temporarily,

through grief and lack of sleep, not himself.

And do you consider that anyone

who loses a child and a few nights' sleep

is justified in creating a riot.

I do not believe he created the riot.

We require your opinion as a physician, sir,

not as a friend or a drinking companion.

I speak purely as a physician.

I've based my opinion on clinical observation.

Captain Poldark was unsteady on his feet

and disordered in his remarks.Perhaps he was drunk.

He had not touched drink in several days.

My lord, when his infant daughter died,

a great many people came to the funeral.

All of society, from highest to low.

He's held in very great esteem.

But with his wife ill,

it was impossible to give them refreshment.

This weighed heavy on his mind.

And I suggest to you that he did provide for them.

In rousing the rabble

and leading them to the wreck,

he both assuaged his conscience

and filled his larder with pillaged goods.

That was not my meaning, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You paint a very clear picture of the prisoner's state of mind.

Enough!

Remove these persons from the court.

Quite right, they should be taken out and whipped!

The court will take a short adjournment!

We could not have hoped for a better judge.

Poldark will surely hang.

Yes.

That is what you wanted?

The mine he will leave to his wife.

We can soon acquire the shares.

Was she not his kitchen maid?

She will give us no trouble.

Do not believe it.

You will be celebrating tonight.

I certainly intend to.

You could not bear to keep away.

I was concerned.

For me?

Do I not have cause?

Well, as you can see, I am well,

so had you not better return to Trenwith?

Having come so far, I may as well stay.

Ross will be gratified.

Are you?

Are you resolved?

To prostrate myself and beg for mercy?

Good god, man!

Do you not see what's happening?

You stand accused of a riot and lawlessness.

This country lives in dread of France.

This court must be seen to set an example.

That is why you must grovel.

Do so now, or you will not live to see the sun rise tomorrow.

My lord.

Gentlemen of the jury.

I can only apologize

that this case has taken so much of your time.

I will try to take as little more

as may be necessary

to beg your clemency.

It is true that I saw a wreck come in.

That I rode and told several villagers.

That a number of people came upon the beach.

And that items were carried away.

Though not by me.

My house was searched, and none were found.

Why?

Because I took none.

The counsel

has suggested that I'm a revolutionary,

that these people are revolutionaries

branded with a desire to overthrow authority.

Well, nothing could be further from the truth.

The people of Sawle, Mellin,

and Grambler who came upon the beach that day

were ordinary people,

no more or no less law-abiding, loyal subjects than any here.

As to what happened when they came up on the beach,

I ask you to think

of the traditions of our county:

that people scour the beaches for flotsam.

This is commonly known.

That in times of dire need,

when fathers have seen their children

without a crust for their bellies

or a rag for their backs,

these pickings have been the means

of keeping ordinary people alive.

What else would you have them do?

After they have rescued the crew and brought goods ashore,

are they then to await the arrival of the excise men

and watch them

carry off the goods that they have salvaged?

You ask if I was in my right mind.

Well, you've heard evidence that I was not.

But is it insanity to think that rich pickings

strewn across a beach

are better used to sustain those in need

than returned to those whose only goal is profit?

I cannot believe it.

I will not believe it.

I make no apology for my actions.

In truth, I would do the same again.

Thank you.

I've heard more penitent speeches.

But rarely more eloquent.

My apologies.

Mm-hmm.

What happens now?

The judge's summing up.

I would not expect much benevolence.

Gentlemen of the jury,

this man stands accused of riot, theft,

and assaulting an officer of the Crown.

Your duty is to decide, beyond reasonable doubt,

if the prisoner is guilty or innocent.

But in law, if you are satisfied

that a riot took place,

you only need to be satisfied that the prisoner was involved

to find him guilty

as a principal.

The prisoner has attempted to find

mitigating circumstances

in the distress generally prevailing amongst the poor.

You may find this an admirable sentiment,

but you would be failing in your duty

if you allowed it to influence your judgment

in any way.

Will you now consider your verdict?

You may retire if you wish.

Bad, is it not?

Very bad.

Not that I don't admire his stubbornness, but...

He'll pay for it.

Will I have a chance to say goodbye to my wife?

You will be removed from court and taken directly to your fate.

"The quality of mercy is not strained.

"It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

upon the place beneath."

And God knows it droppeth sometimes

on those who least deserve it.

I must congratulate you on your eloquence.

You almost convinced me I was guilty.

In truth, I believe there's nothing

either you or anyone could have said

to change the old man's mind.

He seems determined

to make an example of you.

They're coming back.

Gentlemen of the jury, have you reached a verdict?

We have.

Do you find the prisoner guilty or not guilty?

We find him...

...not guilty on all three charges.

I thought we'd lost him!

I was sure of it!

Francis, dear brother, can we not take heart from this?

Is there not hope in itfor all?

Hope?

Of a reconciling?

Of you and I, gladly, gladly.

But Verity, for your husband?

While I live and breathe, it will never happen.

So he will come home after all.

Yes.

No, no, don't stop on my account.

I wonder if you would have wept so prettily had I not come home.

Why would you not have come home, Francis?

Let's not distress ourselves to no purpose.

I am coming home.

And so is Ross.

And tomorrow, the sun will rise again.

So let us count our blessings.

Seems I shan't be rid of you yet, Captain.

A pity-- I was looking forward

to dealing with the sensible side of the family.

Is it over?

Are ye free?

It would appear so.

How did he get off?

How could the accursed jury disregard all the evidence

and find him not guilty?

And to think I let my uncle persuade me

against pressing a charge of murder!

I tell you, there was not one atom of proof

and we could not have manufactured it.

And Paynter recanted!

He will pay for it shortly.

What now?

Do we accept defeat?

By no means.

Wheal Leisure is his one real asset.

We must set about buying up shares.

When I control the mine, I control Ross.

And Francis?

His finances are in your hands.

You can break him tomorrow.

I could.

But for the moment, I intend to make no move at all.

You care nothing for his good will.

Not his.

But there is another person to consider.

Not guilty!

As I expected.

Sit here, my dear.

May I get you a glass of wine?

Thank you.

Stay a little longer with us!

Nay, Jinny, leave them be.

They'll be wanting to be away home.

Caroline.

Thank you.

Thank you.

To Westminster.

To Ross Poldark!

You must toast as your uncle bids you, Caroline.

You are his ward and you must obey his wishes.

And what are his wishes?

Why, for you

to engage yourself to a man of substance and repute.

I intend to!

Cheers to Ross!

To Ross!

Oh, Judas!

I might go to town tomorrow.

I've a notion to engage a couple of servants.

And what sorts would ye be lookin' for?

Fiendishly hardworking.

Pitifully grateful.

Exceedingly cheap.

If you hear of any such,

tell them to make themselves known to me.

You overlook one thing.

Ross Poldark is alive and must be aware

of our attempts to render him otherwise.

And?

He does not strike me as a man

who takes such things lying down.

After all, he's a soldier.

A renegade.

Your point?

That in failing to get him hanged,

you have left yourself exposed.

I did not care for Bodmin.

This is what I desire.

You, me, our house, candles burning,

the scent of new-picked violets.

Maybe it's because I'm of common stock

I'm so easily pleased.

Common stock you are not.

There is one thing I do desire.

A child in the crib.

To take her place?

Not to make us forget her.

Do not wish it.

Not ever?

Not for now.

With our future so uncertain.

Our future looks kinder than we ever expected.

Much kinder.

I believe we agreed you would not come to Bodmin.

Yes, Ross, I believe that we did.

Have I told you what I feel about a disobedient wife?

Have I told you what I feel about a reckless husband?